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 It is the ocean glad and free That in the distance thou dost see. And seest thou the smoky track In endless line to leeward spread? And seest thou the point of black Just rounding now the furthest head? It is the steamer—thine and mine— And now it speeds into the fjord, Then out into the foaming brine To-night with thee and me on board!— The mists have veil'd the mountain brow— Saw'st thou how vividly, but now, Heaven's image in the water woke!

[Looking absently about her.]

Oh, yes. But tell me—sawest thou?

What?

[In a hushed voice, without looking at him.]

How he tower'd as he spoke?

[She goes down over the pass, follows.

[''A path along the crags, with a wild valley beyond to the right. Above, and beyond the mountain, are glimpses of greater heights, with peaks and snow.'']

[''Comes up along the path, descends, stops half-way upon a jutting crag, and gazes into the valley.'']

Yes, I know myself once more! Every boat-house by the shore,